Parade of tears

In this parade of dreams?
I've set my pieces;
laid to sleep for rest
expressed in kindness!
This open door, the key to
confidence and every consequence.
A condition embarked on:
excellency, not complacency.
Dignity to action created
upon a mystery to honor.
This growth of skin.
I laugh.
The character of an inhibition,
almost invisible
and twice the distance of ones freedom.
Indestructible.
A permanent intuition.
I've stuck onto the direction,
of an urgency.
A plagarized obligation,
of an objective metabolism.
To lose weight in gravity,
without gaining it back again.
Of an immediate intermediate level
for persuasion.
No impartial or indifference instantiated.